The following morning...
Dylan knocked on George’s door, just about to speak, when George raised his hand to stop him, leaving Dylan puzzled.
The next moment, a figure emerged from the bedroom, casually strolling past him as if he wasn’t there.
Dylan watched as Isabelle, yawning and with slightly disheveled hair, clearly just out of bed, walked past him. His face was a picture of shock. He stood there, dumbfounded, as Isabelle glanced at him coldly, her face showing clear annoyance at being woken up.
Dylan shivered involuntarily.
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